The brother and brother were secretly met with him on his back, and it lasted for seven nights.

Peng Yu hummed a song and came to the underground palace with the "honey juice fire recipe", "god duck", "five-spiced sheep buckle" and "spicy frog" made in the kitchen.

But he found Zhuanyun dying and fell in a pool of blood.

Good opportunity!

Peng Yu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but take out the dagger.

"He has too many life-saving items on him, and he usually has no chance to do it. But now..."

Peng Yu walked up carefully, and he saw a little gap under his waxy face.

The Huntian Qi brushed by, and the human skin mask peeled off.

Below is a face that is somewhat similar to Zhuanyang. However, Zhuanyun is even more like his mother, and there is a little more gentleness between his eyebrows. His temperament is elegant, and there is a lot of difference from Zhuanyang's masculinity and heroism.

When the two stood together, they could clearly identify the difference between the two brothers.

"Strictly speaking, he and I are just handsome guys."

Holding the dagger, standing beside meditating.

Now, should I wait for the matter of the underground palace to be finished?

As he pondered, Zhuanyun groaned.

Looking at his painful appearance, Peng Yu put away his dagger and took out the healing medicine and poison.

When bandaging him, Peng Yu injected poison into his body.

Then the three kinds of immortal poisons were condensed into pills and sealed them in Zhuanyun's bones with the immortal energy of the Qiankun.

As long as the underground palace is in trouble, it will detonate the immortal poison and take his life.

Peng Yu thought about it and felt it was not safe, so he used the Spirit Emperor Witch Spell Method he had learned over the years to stuff a lot of things. Finally, he stamped it with the Emperor Seal.

...

Zhuanyun woke up slowly and smelled a tempting fragrance.

Looking at him, he was lying in a fire circle, and the boy sat next to him for a midnight snack.

"You're awake?"

Seeing that he was about to get up, Peng Yu quickly said, "Brother Qingxiao is seriously injured, so let's lie down and don't move first."

Seeing the bandage on his body, Zhuanyun's eyes darkened: "Did you bandage me?"

With Zhuanyun's intelligence, he naturally guessed that he had already been hit.

"Yes, you fell into a pool of blood, which scared me. I used a lot of precious medicinal herbs to save you."

Although I was poisoned at the same time as I saved you, the medicine I saved you must be reimbursed and I will be deducted from your brother's pocket money.

Knowing that he was controlled by others, Zhuanyun became more cautious and looked weak and weak. He ate a little and lay there to sleep.

Since he saved me, he must have done something on me. So, don't worry about him killing people now. Instead, you can take this opportunity to heal his wounds and treat him as a bodyguard.

That night, because Zhuanyun was injured and could not continue to explore the underground palace, Peng Yu wandered around and went back.

As for taking care of Zhuan Yun, taking care of the patient, Peng Yu had no idea at all.

This is the eldest son of the Zhuan family, not the third son, why should I take care of him? If I don’t take advantage of others’ danger, I am kind.

...

Back to Simu Palace, just after my son.

Today's Simu Palace is different. The alarm bell sounds at night, and the people in the palace are forcibly awakened, and lights are lit everywhere, making it clear as day.

"What's going on? Could it be that I'm not here and are looking for me together?"

Peng Yu was confused. Seeing the crowd running back and forth, he hurried back to the dormitory.

Seeing Yuan Qi coming here, he breathed a sigh of relief. This shows that his whereabouts have not been discovered.

He wiped off the oil star from his mouth, took off his clothes, and changed into his pajamas. He pretended to be awakened and went down to the ground barefoot.

Yuan Qi came in panting.

Peng Yu pretended to ask, "Yuan Qi, what's going on?"

"Your Highness, something happened to the East Cross Courtyard."

"Zhuanyang?" Peng Yu frowned: "Change clothes, go and have a look."

Yuan Qi invited the palace servants to come in to serve him. Soon Peng Yu changed into a set of moon-white Confucian robe and walked to the East Cross Courtyard.

Dongkuanyuan is Zhuanyang's residence. It has been expanding over the years and has more than a dozen people.

As soon as I came in, I saw Xiao Muliang talking with two doctors.

"Sister Jen, what's wrong with Zhuanyang?"

Xiao Mujing's face changed drastically and she scolded: "Come out quickly and ask Your Highness!"

The doctors and guards from the East Cross Hospital were in a panic and stopped Peng Yu from approaching Zhuanyang's courtyard.

"Why? Isn't it just a cold?" Peng Yu said unhappily: "Sister Gui, I can't even go and see him? When did he become so expensive?"

"Your Highness, you can't see him."

Xiao Mujing looked solemn: "Come here, take Your Highness back quickly. Also, all the places that Zhuanyang has recently moved to clean up and purify them three times, and there is no omission."

"Your Highness should not go to the study room recently. I will take a break in the past few days. I will go to Wuhua Palace to take a short stay tomorrow morning."

Hearing Xiao Muliang's arrangement, Peng Yu's face changed: "Zhuanyang is really sick? Wait, will you diagnose the wrong diagnosis?"

And this situation is an infectious disease?

Before Xiao Mujin could speak, Wang Jian and another imperial physician walked out of the room: "It's confirmed, it's true. It's already appeared on his back. Girl, go and prepare to worship the Queen Mother of the Pox and pray for him."

Xiao Muqing expressed his grief and focused his attention: "I understand, go right away. When it's day, prepare the colorful rope and the Qianfu knot."

Hearing this, Peng Yu showed an incredible expression: "Smallopsis?"

Everyone was silent.

Peng Yu rushed in, scaring everyone to stop him. Yuan Qi hugged his legs: "Your Highness, you...you can't go."

"Yes, you haven't had acne and can't go inside."

Not only that, the female official Qiongyun also sent someone to wear masks and hoodies to greet everyone in Zhuanyang yard.

Seeing that Peng Yu was here, another person advised him. When Wang Bozheng and others arrived, they pressed Peng Yu back to the house together.

Even if you don’t wait for the day, you will have many dreams at night. The female official Qiongyun led the palace people to send Peng Yu to Wuhua Palace himself.

...

The side hall of Wuhua Palace has a quiet room that Peng Yu usually uses, which is specially designed to meditate and pray for the imperial concubine.

This time when he came to the quiet room, Peng Yu was irritated and could not calm down.

He paced around the house: Smallpox? How could Zhuanyang get smallpox? Because of those fake medicines? But my medicine is not close to smallpox.

Peng Yu took out three pills from his sleeve and threw them into his mouth.

The cold and cold air flows in the body, which does not harm at all except for the appearance of typhoid fever.

"I've tried it myself, and the medicine is absolutely fine."

So, why did something happen in Zhuanyang?

He is allergic to this medicine?

But smallpox comes from the curse of the Goddess of the Pox God, isn’t it ordinary drug rejection?

At this time, a knock on the door came from outside.

The inner three layers and outer three layers, covered very tightly, Yuan Qi came in with the three layers of masks.

"Your Highness, Aunt Qiongyun said: No one else is allowed to approach you soon. Just let Fang Ji and I come and serve you in person."

Peng Yu frowned: "There are only two of you, aren't most of our palace servants good at it?"

In the Heavenly Palace, the ratings of the palace people who have obtained smallpox and are no longer contagious are higher than those who have not been able to pass.

The Divine Emperor loves his son, and most of the people in Simu Palace are not worried about smallpox. Zhuanyang is similar, and the maids and servants around him have also survived the smallpox disaster.

"There is insufficient staff, after all, the third young master also needs someone to take care of him."

"That's true." Peng Yu stretched his eyebrows and nodded, "There is nothing to be delicate on Gu's side. Take care of Zhuanyang first, by the way, go and help Gu to take a look--"

Yuan Qi took the opportunity to say, "I understand. When I came here just now, I went to inquire. The situation of the third young master is still acceptable. Moreover, the arrangements for the young master will be reported once every hour. Don't worry, the third young master will definitely not have any problems."

Peng Yu looked at him. Yuan Qi had a similar figure to Peng Yu in the past few decades.

"You have always been alone in your work, it's good."

Yuan Qi is extremely clever and has learned to serve people since he was a child and figured out his master's thoughts.

In the past few decades, Peng Yu's thoughts have been clearly understood.

Sometimes, even Zhuanyang will be trapped without any trace.

This time Zhuanyang fell ill, Yuan Qi felt that the opportunity had come.

In addition to taking care of Your Highness, you can also "worry" about Zhuanyang's safety with Your Highness.

If Zhuanyang dies of illness, he will not only lose one "enemy" but will be more in front of His Highness's heart. He can also miss Zhuanyang with His Highness from time to time, so that His Highness can rely on and trust himself even more.
Chapter completed!